Spiritual

The third great Eye which cannot close,
That watched since time-tossed planets froze;
Beneath whose gaze all Nature quakes;
Within whose glance such splendour wakes:
- - -That is I.

a
refuse in the wildness
as scent abounds

In whatever form it may appear, all our positive thinking comes down to one thing. Wanting to find happiness.

What if love was banned? …
and hatred had the upper hand
(and selfishness – the love of self allowed!
with greed, each one self-focussed, proud):
no neutral ground between the two,

A girl has a chat with God and Jesus.
A short play I wrote for the Hangar Theatre 2009 10 Minute Play Festival.

Starting to characterise the spirit

it is

i found this in me

Buried in boundless, sacred plains of azure;
the turning key of time unveils your treasure;
tipping a pot of gold of endless measure;
kindling in all childkind, bright flames of pleasure.

They follow their hearts

When I smile I see God’s face

I come to you cause I need some help
on my own alone aint got nobody else
cant buy no clothes got holes in my shoes
cant pay my rent what im posed to do
my past in my present how i used to live

I met such a man
who knew no bounds

Sun of the primaeval morning;
-Illuminator of dreams;
- -Perceiver of the Truth;
- - -Entheal Thinker;
- - - -The Flame within;
- - - - -Pristine Star;
- - - - - -Secret
- - - - - - Hope.

What we all forget
Is that life isn’t finished yet
Love may be lost
Summer turned to frost
But a life should be lived
And not be upset
By the trials and tribulations

there is a solution what is it
when will it reveal itself
there is a problem that awakens me
im pressed for urgent help

my soul longs for what is unseen
my mind seeks unfindable peace

Which song do you sing?

What would you do,
if you had all power?
Heal all the sickness?
calm all the war?
But these will return if
you don’t stop the source:
quarrelling, death will
still follow their course.

Through the ancient silence
Shiva dances in Eternity;
Dances on the rim of Heaven,
Dreaming light from shadow ......

Scatters in the darkness
Footprints of a crescent Dawn;

My heart carries too many sorrows
Now my yesterdays out weigh my tomorrows